Abshasha shrugged, his expression particularly sincere.
"If you like it, it's yours."
"Thank you so much."
Number 88 nodded, then threw the Faye Wong bottle and all into his mouth.
*Gulp...*
Seeing the scene before him, Abshasha swallowed hard and became even more cautious.
I'm not afraid of a strong enemy, I'm afraid of an enemy who is sick.
"The taste is alright, is there any more?"
Number 88 licked his lips, seemingly quite satisfied with Faye Wong's taste.
"there is none left."
Abshasha shook his head.
"This is the only bottle I found."
"All right...."
Number 88 looked regretful and sighed softly, "Then... could you take me to see the fountain that sprays Faye Wong?"
Upon hearing this...
Abshasha's heart skipped a beat.
Damn it...
Could this woman be here just for the fountain of wealth?
Seeing that Abu Shasha did not respond, Number 88 asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Can't I watch?"
"A fountain, this..."
Abshasha hesitated.
After all, this is a natural wonder, the most precious treasure in his territory.
However.
Just then.
Roar!! ~
Boom!!!
Roars and bombardments echoed outside Mark's Castle.
A bewildered Abshasha turned his head and saw that the crimson giants had already surged out of the city walls along with the crimson tide.
Furthermore, ignoring the attacks of Abshasha's mage troops, they launched a fierce assault on the city walls.
In an instant.
The city wall trembled and cracked.
Just as it was about to shatter, it was swept away by a blood-red wave.
"Noisy".
Number 88, who also noticed this scene, turned cold.
He stretched out his right hand towards the outside of the city wall.
A sudden grip!
Pshaw!
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle...*
In an instant, the crimson giants besieging Mark Castle, and the crimson little animals forming crimson waves, were as if slashed by countless blades.
In an instant, it was torn into neat pieces of flesh.
They scattered and fell to the ground.
It turned into a pool of blood on the ground.
Now, the crimson wave composed of countless small blood-red animals has become a true crimson wave formed from blood.
After a brief period of turmoil.
The vast wave of blood outside the castle slowly sank to the ground, devoid of any vitality.
It was like a sea of blood that was about to dry up.
As Abshasha stared in disbelief, Number Eighty-Eight smiled again, "Hot spring... what's wrong?"
"No, nothing..."
Seeing the smile on Number 88's face, Abu Shasha felt a chill inexplicably in her heart and quickly forced a smile.
"It's in the yard, let's go down and see!"
"By the way, would you like some oranges?"
"Just picked this morning!~"
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